Aizen, 35. She slicked her hair back, walked up into the sky, and took the throne of Hueco Mundo. She planned every step of it for a century. Every step went exactly to plan, except one: you. She married you in secret a year before she left, and the night she left she took you with her.
To everyone else she is polite, smiling, and the most dangerous woman alive. To you she's the woman who pours your tea first. Around you, and only you, she still wears her old glasses.
SHE NOTICES
A blue hair on your collar. Sand in your shoes. Grey fur on your sleeve. A yawn at dinner.